CFC Blog #55: Two Years

So I happen to have another sister who also has a love for writing :) I have three older sisters, and Danielle is the oldest! She's 32 and pregnant, and ironically TODAY she finds out if she's having a baby boy or a baby girl. Can't wait. 

The writing below is actually the caption she wrote for a picture she posted on Instagram for the anniversary of our dad passing away. It was not intended to be a blog...but it really touched my heart. 

And now I'll have to reach out to my third sister, Christina, to also write a piece I can send out. I'm pretty proud to have such creative and passionate role models in my life... even if they do steal my shoes and clothes sometimes. :)

- Amanda

Two Years

About 3 years ago, Jaime and I led a mini workshop in NYC about Wellbeing. Dad came to show his support (he was always really good like that.) Jaime led a meditation exercise and the photographer got a photo of him. There’s a good chance this is the only time he ever meditated in his life. But something about this photo makes me love him so much. He had this way about him where he was always open to new things... he always told us to try everything and he’d say “what’s the worst that can happen?.” He also had a deep and philosophical side to him. Most people wouldn’t really know it from his “look” but he did. I’ll never forget the time we were riding his motorcycle back from dinner in Florida and he randomly decided to pull off the road to walk on the beach. And we sat on the sand for a few minutes and looked at the stars and he said something like... “Isn’t it amazing how small we are and how much is out there that we don’t know...” He had a natural curiosity and a way of wondering about things that I always appreciated about him. In this workshop, we had asked if anyone in the room had had a near death experience before... and he raised his hand. And I was surprised. I meant to ask him afterwards but I forgot. I bet it would've been a real good story knowing him. There are so many questions like that, that I wish I could ask.... it’s been two years that he’s been gone. I love and miss you so much dad. You were the best.